Earlier today, the ever-wise xrian
thought to mention to me that "it *is* OK to wear your Laurel medallion to bed, to work etc. for a couple of days if you want to. A surprising number of Laurels have done so, whether they will admit to it or not."
Not only is it not the sort of thing that would've occurred to me, but my new regalia has already induced one panic. I have a history with award tokens: I lost my Corolla Vitae (strung on a paternoster, discovered the silk broke and half of it was long gone when I was undressing), the string of black pearls and garnets given to me by Mistress Guernin Cimarguid which I put my Rose Leaf on exploded no less than three times before I gave up and interred what was left of it in a zip lock bag. As a result, I tend to wear a cookie on the day I get it, then they stay at home. Some are in a drawer in the spice cabinet in the bathroom and my Western Lily and Princess' token from Sora-hime are hanging on the corner of the desk bookcase here where I can see them. The sole exceptions are my Defender of the West torse, which is securely tied around my green brocade obi and has managed to stay there over multiple wearings since I received it in 2009. This led me to string my Cambium on a sturdy cord with a monkey netsuke, which I've worn suspended from my obi/hakama ties several times.
So Sunday morning, I carefully put both medallions in a pouch with a necklace la_peregrina
had given me so I wouldn't lose them and put the pouch in a safe place. I woke up in the middle of the night all freaked out because I couldn't remember where that safe place was, which meant running downstairs and ripping through the several tote bags I'd unloaded the night before. It wasn't there. I made myself calm down and assured myself it had to be in the suitcase, which I'd been too tired to wrestle with and left in the back of the truck. Unloaded the suitcase and brought it up Monday afternoon. No pouch. Checked all the totes again. Checked EVERYTHING again. Including, this time, my purse. Duh.
Current whereabouts is a corner of the bathroom sink right where I can see said pouch every time I go past it before I mentally settle on a place to keep it that I won't forget. Just like I have a routine with where the keys go in my purse and where the purse goes when I come in the house so I don't spend my life running around like a dork searching for my keys. (Eye roll. I swear I inherited this trait from Dad!)modehistorique
wrote an entry about her Laurel experience (so bummed I was Zen Face Spackling and missed it, because I'm sure it was epic in its own way) and about how awesome her friends/household are and all the stuff they made for her. Now this is awesome and I don't begrudge her a thing because it's all very
cool and appropriate for her and she belongs to a household that doesn't consist of stuffed monkeys. My situation is totally different. Imagine my in-kingdom friends trying to hatch any sort of project to surprise me with - without being able to ask anyone what would be appropriate because my niche is the narrow one and I'm the Resident Expert (TM). "We need a live rooster to take the curse off Jose's glove and nobody seems to know what to get Millie or Jimmy for their wedding present."
The Ishiyamas (from Aethelmearc), did, however, make me two lengths of green and gold kumihimo cord. The lower one has been cleverly fitted with a ring and toggle. I wore both in my ceremony: the short one tied into a bow to hold my wig ponytail was a minor anachronism, but I wanted to display it, especially as the long one was doing hold-the-underlayers-closed duty somewhere under my mo.
And I received two more Cheerful Monkey pieces by Sarre and Elsbeth of Reannag Teine, wrapped in a screaming orange furoshiki with an asanoha (hemp leaf) motif and presented to me by Mistress Sabrina de La Bere and Duchess Catherine Lorraine.
Besides, what would Sarah do with a handcrafted sake set by Mercy the Potter anyway? (Will try to get pics tomorrow, so much of this stuff is still packed protectively.) I can see one of my winter projects needs to be padded pouches for my fragile goodies.
Yeah, I made out just fine
The wish tree was a success once folks figured out how it worked. It was in the room for the Friday night party, then on a table in the feast hall Saturday, with a supply of papers and a couple Sharpies. I managed to get a bag over it and transport it home without taking it all down and it's currently sitting on top of the Gaius Auklandus Memorial Monolith (a 37" tube TV). Lots of good stuff on it too, ranging from the touching, to the Zen ("Before peerage: chop wood, carry water. After peerage: chop wood, carry water.") to the completely random ("I like turtles.")
(Courtesy of Mozelle Williams.)